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Earlier this week, the oh-so-familiar book club order came home in the folders. You know the one? It has piles upon piles of books just screaming out “Buy Me! Buy Me!”

Our Pinkalicious girls love books, like most children do in kindergarten, and yet despite being very imaginative, being very smart and reading on their own …

THEY ALWAYS CHOOSE PINK BOOKS.

So, I banned ordering or buying pink books. Last month, I made them buy their own pink books.

I guess I get tired of seeing pink. Plus, the writing is rarely good in the pink books.

Like always, I asked them to circle the books they like — just not pink books.

What do you think they chose?

Pink. Books.

I gave that evil mom look that kids just love. And I started to spout off my usual rant when …

Liana said, “But did you see the pink book I didn’t circle?”

Screeech …. Awake Moment.

Her comment stopped me in my tracks.

She was right. I hadn’t noticed that there were many other pink books that she didn’t circle.

Right there, standing in the middle of the messy kitchen, rose up some serious mommy guilt about how I only focus on the negative, can’t ever say anything nice, etc. etc. etc.

This week, I’ve been thinking and writing a lot about the idea of being a good mom. As you know here and here.

A good enough mom.

A mom that is good.

Like you, I question myself.

Of course, as I write this post, there is the breaking news about Time Magazine’s cover asking “Are you mom enough?”

{If you are a mom, you are plenty mom enough.}

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The qualities needed to raise a mother are so vast it’s hard to write the recipe. Even harder to write one for an Awake mother.

Perhaps that is why we doubt ourselves so much?

I’ve often asked, “Where’s the textbook for this?” Or, “Why is this so much easier for those other parents?”

In my early days of parenting, I longed for guidelines, rules, play-by-plays to make sure I was doing it all right. I still often want exact phrases to use as a response in quirky situations so that I don’t say the wrong thing. Again.

An eraser, some days, would be really nice. Or white out. A really big bottle of white out. I’d wear it for lipstick.

Alas, no such thing exists in the realm of parenting.

How do you raise a mother?

I am growing closer to understanding as I travel this Awesomely Awake journey.

You just need to be yourself.

Because neither you nor I nor any mother in the world is the same.

And our children are equally as beautiful and different.

To parent like the Smiths down the street or the mom on Time’s cover would be a shame — for you and for your children.

Authenic parenting — authentic and creative mothering — means putting your unique spin on raising a child, raising a family and raising a mother.

Make up the rules yourself by trusting your heart to know what is best. Write your manifesto and set the dreams on fire.

So, in a nutshell, mothering is an art.

A little color here. A splash there. Trial. Error. Constant practice.

Crumpled up first drafts. Ah-ha moments. Heart-pounding success.

And satisfaction in your soul.

All with the single outcome — beauty.

So, how can you be a good mom? How can you be an Awake mom?

Show up every single day. Give it your best shot. Notice what you say and do but without self-doubt. And look at your job as an artist looks at a piece of art — with admiration and the desire to constantly improve.

And with immense understanding that mistakes will happen. They most certainly will.

But, like a true artist, you know that at any point you can always start over — with a smile and I’m sorry and I love you.

And you can have one pink book.

Happy Mother’s Day every day!


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Let us close our eyes and send loving thoughts to all mothers of the world doing their absolute best despite their circumstances.

Print this letter.

Dear You.

Dear wonderful, sweet tired, worn-out You.

Sit down. Rest.

Clear your mind of all thoughts.

Forget the morning’s drama. Forget the battle cries. Forget the way things just didn’t go well this morning.

Rest. Let go of the day’s worries and stresses. Just be.

Know this. Know just this.

You are doing a great job.

In the middle of all of what you see as mistakes and failures and imperfections there is so much perfection and beauty.

You are their Sunshine. Their umbrella. Their warm blanket. Their hand to hold.

You are their patient. Their student. Their baby to babysit. Their fellow swashbuckling pirate.

Their monster-scare-awayer.

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You are not told it enough but you are loved.

You are loved for how, at the end of the day, you make everything better with a single kiss and a bedtime story.

Love you to the moon, and back.

You are loved for your gentle touch and playful laugh even when all you feel like doing is taking a nap.

Sleep little baby don’t say a word.

You are loved for how you bring everyone together by offering a nourishing meal, a good night’s rest, clothes that match, games to play, piles upon piles of books to read.

You are loved for making sure everything is just the way it needs to be. Always. Day after day. Season after season. Year after year. Phase after phase.

In the middle of what you see as mistakes and failures and imperfections there is so much perfection and beauty.

You.

Your warmth. Your security. Your faith. Your trust. Your love. Your give-everything-you’ve-got heart. Your it-will-be-ok messages. Your eat-your-veggies please pleas.

There may not be a village holding you up.

There may not be a village patting you on the back. There may not be a village giving you a break. There may not even be a village there to catch you when you fall.

Catch yourself.

Catch yourself doing things right. Catch yourself doing things well. Catch yourself being full of love.

Catch yourself doing your very best.

Appreciate yourself and all that you offer to the world. Show yourself the love that you’ve been longing to receive. Immerse yourself in the joy of living as a precious gift to yourself.

Wear the crown of Mother proudly. Let it shine upon your kind soul and light up the world as much as you light up your children.

And at the end of the day, you will be there.

You.

Even when they are gone. Even when you are apart. Even when times are hard.

You will always be their mother.

And everyone is just fine. They are doing great. They are wonderful. Amazing.

Because of you.

Oh yes … because of you.



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